I don’t get all this talk of endless sorrow that’s prevalent in Buddhism. I started to read about it in my late teens and now, lots of time later, I’m still unable to come to terms with this idea. For me, sorrow is virtually non-existant.
Sure, there have been occasions with the potential for sorrow, but they’ve hardly ever tipped over into actual suffering. Why this is, I’m not really sure. Either Buddha was slightly misguided or I’ve been so well guided by his precepts that I’ve not fallen over the edge (into sadness) very much. Or perhaps I’ve lead a very sheltered life.
Anyway, I’m happy and I think that’s a better approach to life than all this sorrow, suffering and sadness. Thoughts?